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2003q1-finalist.jpg (22857 bytes)Thank you so much for your nomination of my entry, Time for a Rant for a Diarist.Net award in the "best rant" category.  If you have an on-line journal and are so inclined, I'd thank you even more for your vote!   Congratulations to my buddies for their nominations too... MarnSunshyn, Michael, and Terri...and a BIG congratulations to Steve on being nominated for a well-deserved "Legacy" award.  Check out all the entries and vote your conscience!


5 June 2003

As bad as yesterday was is about as good as today was. It's nice when things reverse themselves, isn't it. No, I didn't (I don't think) suddenly lose 1.6 lbs, but the frenzy over Fotolog, which got crazy for about an hour there, finally got resolved. But not before I'd decided that Pay Pal is the spawn of Satan, determined to drive me mad, I tell you...mad!

If I weren't already way past menopause, I'd say that today was like having PMS. At one point I realized I was probably being very unreasonable and very frantic over something pretty silly, but that didn't stop me.

When I posted my entry last night, I learned that Fotolog was now only letting people upload one photo a day for free and that if you wanted to upload more it would cost you $5 a month, which seemed decidedly reasonable. I had been getting so much out of it anyway that I felt I should help support the site.

The only problem was that Pay Pal wouldn't let me into my account unless I posted my "membership number," which it said I could find on my credit card statement (which hasn't come yet). That put me in an impossible situation. I'm sitting here with card in hand ready to contribute, Fotolog is sitting there just waiting to find out what I had for lunch yesterday, and in between was this gigantic wall called "Pay Pal" which I couldn't leap in a single bound or bore a hole through by hitting it with my head (I tried both--virtually, of course).

I complained about it on the Fotolog discussion board, but there was a holy war going on among those who felt that the guys who ran the place should absorb all the costs and keep it free for the whole world and those who agreed with me that $5/month was not an unreasonable sum. There were hot words, and nasty signs, and hijacking and who knows what all. My pathetic little complaint hardly seemed worthy, compared to all the crap that the poor guys who run the place were taking.

Once my brain finally calmed down a bit, I realized I had other options. First, I wrote to Peggy and asked her to log in as me and make a payment for me. We do this occasionally and we figure that whoever owes whom will even out when I'm in Australia. But she didn't check her e-mail last night and I knew once it got past a certain time that it would be another 12 hours or so before I could expect that she might have an opportunity to pay for me.

So since that didn't work, I realized I had a different credit card I could use. I could log in as Walt and use our joint card. Only I got to the place where you have to enter your security code and I didn't know if his was the same as mine, so I couldn't. I tried calling him, but he wasn't at his desk.

Then I tried then to change the billing name on the different card to mine, but got a "tsk tsk...can't do that" message from Pay Pal, letting me know that I already had an account and if I wanted to add a different card, I just had to log in with the @#(*%^&* membership number and I could do it. And of course the one thing I didn't have was the membership number.

OK. So let's try a different e-mail address. Not basykes, but my AOL account, which doesn't even contain my name. But that nasty "billing name and address" tripped me up again. Wouldn't let me do it.

Finally, ever inventive, I decided to throw myself on the mercy of Pay Pal, write to their "contact" address and explain the problem I was having. That's when I discovered that in order to ask a question, you have to log in with your #$%^ membership number.

I sent a note to "Cypher," one of the two guys who runs Fotolog and someone who (a) keeps his own food log, and (b) has my food log on his list of favorites, so we at least had something in common. I sent him a screen shot of the message I was getting from Pay Pal, I told him everything I'd tried and that I was so frustrated I'd started to eat compulsively.

I guess he's been there. He very generously set me up with a free month, or at least time until my credit card bill comes in and I find out what my membership number is. I may have it tattooed on my forehead so I don't ever lose it again.

But I've discovered through all of this that there are wonderfully kind people out there. Someone else--a stranger--who checks my foodlog actually wrote and offered to buy me a free month. And, when she read her e-mail, Peggy did pay $5 for me, so all is calm and serene yet again.

Things all over the place seem calmer today and I hope I'm in good shape to go off this evening to review Mama Mia.


Whoever you are, I have always depended on the kindness of strangers.

~ Blanche duBois, Streetcar Named Desire

Today's Photo

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I dunno...was it worth it? (the photo, that is)

One Year Ago
Shoes and All

Two Years Ago
One Step at a Time
(In training for London)

Three Years Ago
My Buddy
(Living with a cocker spaniel)

Please visit My Fotolog
and My FoodLog

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Pounds Lost: 65.2
(this figure updates on Tuesday)

On the Odometer

Blue Angel Total 1012.0
2003 YTD Cumulative:  512.7

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